"Why should my son seek to find ?" "Because the winds are changed and sing new songs; the leaves whisper, as I pass, with a new voice; and even the clouds are not what they were to me when I ran after the shadows floating along the hills, and across the hollows.

I have changed, _ma mere_, and the streams talk no more with the same tongue.

I hear the flags and water-lilies muttering as I pass, and the world opens on me with a new, strange light.

They talked to me once; now they laugh at me as I pass.

Hear the trees, yonder! Don't you hear them?
They are saying, 'The Delaware paleface! look at him! look at him!'" And crouching, with dreamy eyes, Verty for a moment listened to the strange sob of the pines, swaying in the chill winds of the autumn night.
"I am not what I was!" he continued; the world is open now, and I must be a part of it.